Long Inputs Poems

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Premium Member Done With Helping You

Why does God have so much power over you?
Have you ever thought of that?
Why can He do everything
and you can do nothing?
I will be forever complaining
because it's cramping my style
I don't like it God
I don't like it that You can do anything You want
And I just sit there and watch You
Well I am done
I am not going to do anything
You can do anything the h that you like
I am not interested
Like so many times I said it before
I am wasting my time
Well I am done and won't be wasting time no more
Yours
Theatre
All yours 
Ain't mine
I won't do any inputs
Give you any pointers
Yeah yeah yeah
You are on your own
Yours


Premium Member Beware the Fantasies

The grass is not greener on the other side.
Rather, there are things that love to hide.
We need to discern what's in disguise.                                                         

I wasn't looking 
for it, but I saw it,
and for a season,                                                                                        I could not look away.

I felt it,
and was arrested by it.
I did not hear it,
but I could taste it,
and was captured by its succulence.
But it was a delicacy I could not afford.

I could touch it, but I dared not, because
To do so would have been a tragedy.
As you can clearly understand, all but
one of my five senses were engaged.
And such sensory inputs were far too many.

The entity that I encountered was a fantasy.
I was forced to come to the inevitable conclusion
that indeed, it was a mirage that could end in a casualty.
May we be aware of fantasies seeking to conceal realities.
From such, one must walk away, before we become a travesty.

052922PS
Form: Verse

Premium Member Poetry

Journey Journal Page
POETRY


“Poetry is the language of 
the soul — where deep emotions 
cluster thought and feeling in
a poignant outburst of fond 
rapture — and thus, words 
sublimate in sacred ecstasy
as the vivid imagination conjures
the art of verse craft.” 
                           — Leon Enriquez
~~~~~~~~~


Poise in crisp voice
Opt words that spill
Etch in strange choice
Touch that now thrills
Rich beyond noise
Yield deep thought fill

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Pulse of feeling
Or thought design
Each word tilting
Till dance assigns
Ripe touch being
Yes curt align

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Pace thus word thought
Old as dream sleep
End abrupt lot
Touch ever deep
Race forfeits plot
Yet soul mind peeps

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Pure as touch knows
Of such dream shores
Each line now shows
Taste declares more
Reach grips swift flow
Yore within yore

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Prime in life’s maze
Opt feisty feel
Each word piques haze
Taste brief goodwill
Rouse heart’s pure craze
Yield succinct still

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Primal poise plots
Orbs of wave streams
Etch subtle slot
Toil harvests dream
Reap fragrant lot
Yore in rhyme scheme

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Pique profound poise
Opt outcome ode
Exult word choice
Thought symbols code
Raw feel strings voice
Your lyric mode

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Leon Enriquez
05 October 2021
Singapore


(Postscript: 
Read my Story #905:
“POETRY” for more inputs.)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member From duality to singularity

caged in form, memory erased
constrained by a fragmented mind
sensory inputs leave us dazed
to light of Self within heart blind

scriptures cajole us to explore
truth of being and so awake
by being still, making heart pure
lust and fear choosing to forsake

with head and heart poised in balance
viewing life like a lucid dream
mood and mode vibrant nonchalance 
we sing a song on love’s moonbeam

in timeless time, ego recedes
we dwell in the eternal now
through our hands God performs His deeds
with each heartbeat in joy we bow

with thoughts rested, time too slows down
we recognise space is a veil
at peace within, in bliss we drown
soma nectar our preferred ale

in as ordained, our ego drops 
the dead leaf falls off from the tree
the universe fades and time stops
revealing our Self, at last free

living light, shaped like a heartbeat 
is who we are, outside space-time
self-existent, feeling complete
in peace it renews heart’s love chime 

holy scriptures point out the way
prompting us to metamorphose 
that we may see God, clear as day
whilst resting in blissful repose
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member No Shortcuts

Can’t just jump to the finish line
Need to put in the work along the way
Would be nice to only reap the gains
But no shortcuts despite what others say

Progress needs to build upon itself
Can’t just jump to the finish line
Collecting credits creates compounding 
Building up as our thoughts begin to shine

Focus on improving the inputs 
The outputs will come in due time
Can’t just jump to the finish line
Must start at the trailhead for our climb

After reaching the summit we may
Realize the mosaic in the puzzle design
Stop to reflect before scaling a new mountain
Because we can’t just jump to the finish line
Form: Rhyme


Winged Time Declines To Halt

When I try adjusting with situation..
Time is displeasing.
When I attempt being on my own..
People are disagreeing.
When I wish to be near my loved ones..
Circumstances are pushing us to distance.
When I pray to forget baneful incidents..
Memories are un aiding.
When I seek complete relaxation..
Unfinished tasks keeps me slogging.
When I desire revamping my mind..
Inputs are non viable.
When I aim for peaceful life..
Dilemmas encroach me.
When I yearned for liberty ..
Domination incarcerated me.

Time keeps flying in the air..
Cannot be tethered..!!

10-6-2020

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Placed as Honorable Mention in the Contest.
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© V. Deepa  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Perception

”Oh hermit, our eye cannot be single ~
unless polarities within mingle”
            ~ quote by poet 


Narrow is our perception,
leading to misconception,
which if we take to be true,
makes delusional our view.

Sensory inputs and mind
an inexorable bind,
yet within the gap, the pause,
we may escape from its jaws.

Polarity interchange
frees our soul's cognition range,
by abiding in silence,
resting thought form violence.

Sans thought, awareness heightens
because load on heart lightens
but most take this as fiction,
due to thinking addiction.

To transcend mind, we rest thought,
whence no longer by fears fraught,
we see ourselves as we are,
luminous like yonder star.

What silence ushers is this:
we imbibe love, light and bliss,
which radiates within form,
propelled by magnetism warm.

Obtaining spherical sight,
entwined with bliss beat delight,
as we slowly come undone,
we see God and soul are one.

Looking back, we now can see,
that whence free from our mind tree
and on adding love to cart,
we sense God within each heart.
Form: Jueju

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Place : 2nd

Premium Member Cooperative Health and Climate Care

Toby Hemenway,
in The Permaculture City,
defines four prime health development principles,
adapted as follows:

Highest Use
orders health maintenance tasks,
ecological activities,
and growth/decomposition processes
in time and space
so the first activity in a spiraling sequence
leaves as many possible health yields
and subsequent reiterative uses
as harmonically possible.
Highest and deepest use
creates balanced wu-wei relationships
among health design elements
and wealth building processes
in and through ecologically rhythmic time
and place.

Needs As Potential Resources Analysis
identifies necessary health inputs
and wealth outputs
of many nutritional kinds,
products,
behaviors,
characteristics
spatial quantities and temporal qualities
of each subsystem in an eco/bio-system,
including humane-natural/spiritual systems,
and connects needs of one element 
with outputs of another.
We thereby design harmonic relationships
of WinWin balance
among design elements themselves,
ourselves.

Zones
organize design systems
by how often they are used and need cooperative maintenance.
The most used systems
are placed most vulnerably nearest in spacetime
to the ZeroZone user
or center of identified activity.
Zones build health and organize wealth relationships
between a system
and the user of identified zero-center.

Sectors and Species
are influences from outside;
influences that cannot be altered from within the spacetime system in question.
They can be Yang competing physical influences,
such as wind and fire,
or Yin-cooperative intangible influences,
enculturing,
creolizing,
such as zoning,
care giving and receiving customs,
LeftBrain polypathic power,
and RightBrain emotional polyphonic triggers.
We place design elements
in relation to species and sectors to feed or bleed energies,
or let them pass through
with no decompositional effect.
Sectors and Species
create regenerative relationships
between parts of an eco-bio system 
and Yang forces
and Yin-influences
shaping enculturation,
acclimation outside toward inside
each ZeroZone system.

Premium Member Soot

Soot on LA highway signs. Billboard of you,
a real estate agent. All endeavor slides
toward inertia, extinction, forgetfulness.

It’s very tropical. Vegetation invades
the house unless constant inputs of joy
apply. The scientist in you feels the

great ape in you. The great ape feels
death growing wide. What about work?
I devote my present to my future existence.

In what way, in what sense
does one continue to resist. As
a dessicated cell, a mole of elements,

an ancient’s aura, a daguerreotype-like
shadow on a sidewalk, persistent headache,
paleolithic herbivore, potential energy, will.

Some wake up and pray, say thanks for
another day. Others curse their luck, stale breath,
the very thought of the rosy dawn makes them ill.

Lonely as leaf fall.
Nature knows no pity or self-pity
according to antiquity, the roof soot of the city.

I admire fire, tools and ore. Agriculture.
Cities, empire. Trading and taking (war).
Numbers, counting, writing. Libraries, discoveries, zero.

And the single-minded universe
that’s only a paper moon
without your love.
Form: Verse

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